Megan Immokalee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

IMMOKALEE: // No room for the new poor

I always stop by Mt. Zion Missionary Church Street. Not official, I know, but it’s got its magic. Told ya, it’s not perfect; it’s raw. I remember a couple struggling with family messes and finding hope there. Ugh, I get mad sometimes – but damn, it heals too.

Two killed in Immokalee crash Tuesday as evacuations began ahead of Hurricane Milton